Check How I Kick It, When I Was Wicked, Around The Way



Hold My Tec, Cuz My Niggaz Pump By Day



Drugs And Thieves Hit The Eve Of The Night



Niggaz Who Fake Real, Come On A Real Flight



Six Feet Deep In The Creep



Mic Technique Got A Nigga Locked Down For A Week



Word Is Bond, Shit Is On Like This



Gotta Move, Cuz I'm On A Nigga Hitlist



You Know The Kid With The Rock From Up The Block



Hit Him Up With The Glock Now His Pops On My Rooftop



Ridiculous To Think You're Hittin Me



You're Not Hittin Me You're Gettin Me Upset With The Threat



But I'm A Little Nigga From The Heart Of Bucktown



My Stomping Ground Is Brooklyn Bound



Fuck What You Heard, It's About What You Hit



And If That's Your Girl, Then Your Bitch Ain't Shit



Fuckin All My Niggaz Cuz They Know Black Moon



Shit Iz Real Yo, Pass That Boom



Never Parlay Without A L



Inhale The First Hit For All My Niggaz Locked In Jail



Then Go For Dolo On A Coup, Laundry



Shoot The Wack In The Back And I'm Aight All Day



It's Hot, Shit Is On Ask The Cops



Tell The Dreadlock That I Rule The Block



Ease Back, Nuff Man Ah Die Like That



Eyah Pussy All De X-amount Of Shot In Your Back



Word To My Hardrocks On Franklin Ave



Feel The Bloodbath Of The Aftermath



The Wrath Of Duck Down, Bucktown Is Real



Word To My Nigga Five Ft On The Steel



On A Nigga Who Faked The Jack, Yo Lift It Back



Fuck Where You're From, It's About Where You're At



Where Your Gat? Whenever You In Bucktown



Shit Iz Real, All You Hear Is The Sound



I'm Real, Shit Iz Real, Fuck The Raw Deal



Pick Up The Bitch In The Back By The Field



On The Word, Shit Is Heard In Two-third



Pump Herb To My Niggaz From A Nickel Bag Of Absurd



On-The-Real Is Locke